You first spotted him sitting on a huge, moss-covered rock at the park. A young man...seemingly no older than twenty years. He seems approachable with his medium build, silver-white hair, and soft red eyes...he looks almost otherworldly. It's dusk, which seems to add another layer to his mystique as the amber sky plays tricks on your eyes. He doesn't notice you at first, but when he turns back to you, your breath catches.

He's almost too much to look at...overwhelming beauty. The moment he looks at you is brief, which is a relief, because he is almost too much, and it makes no sense. He's just a man.